I Hear the Rain
Who hears the rain better than I?
Softly at first, almost a sigh.
Then pelting, melting, hard on the roof
Angry, yet soothing,
Do you need more proof?
The rain is my pal,
My buddy, my friend.
I love when it comes,
My day at an end.
Some hate the rain,
Though I cannot agree
I live for the rain
When it falls just for me.
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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